Once radiant now sickeningly tangential
You walk with synthetic steps and artificial arrogance
What happened to the mind that questioned the essence of time
What happened to the simplicity of your smile
Not ripened nor fallen just cryptically sullen
You've lost you lovely notion of time
Your thoughts are made null
Though the essence of cool
You stand as a grape on a vine
Disease or desire, just an innocent liar
That longs to be swept into this craze
Swept in the dark, never a mark
Will be made from a girl in her grave
Your potential exceeds the flourishing weeds
You see more than your eyes do reveal
You can change the world
But you add to the cycle
Your actions are no more than a notch on a wheel
Will you ever awake from this realm of the fake
Will you find that shallow acceptance is not life?
Your actions now promote a murderous growth
Your words are no more than a groove on a knife

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SIMILAR CALIBER

an eye of similar caliber
an eye to amplify my fault
the dread filled drift of colored current
brings about this sad result
without this inner circle
I stand alone in that I do
hostility toward sweet blood now pure
hatred towards it echoed view
the hatred comes not from those eyes
but from self faults that I despise
I resent the waves that took away
such things to justify delay
and as I preach maturity
I relieve myself of all control
convince myself beyond my years
should have excuse from foolish rules
So I stand alone, not oppressed nor free
The shame that was pushed is now coming from me
this shame brings revelations but pride blocks the effect
too pompous to accept direction but too ignorant to direct

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Celestial Quest
(prelude to shards of twilight

This sphere spawns children with plastic tears
That birth from eyes unable to see
From these spores spawn religious fears
That encases their structure from those that are free

Mutations exist that are ruled by blind fists
Many are forced into a peripheral cage
The mutations that coexist are quickly dismissed
By blinded creatures told to disengage
By this cycle the world will never change

In the generation of light the gem will penetrate the night
Force the blind awake to this break, teach them and learn what is fake
Perhaps carnage will be waged or perhaps this is another day?
A different age, an age of question
The generation of light?
An unfamiliar page
An end to this fight

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Shards of Twilight

I reluctantly wait the day I break
When horizon and this level standing appear surreal and fake
Relation wont come in the depths of that night
When my shards are added to the canvas
As a dim, peculiar light

Born to this soil, alive as “this girl”
No questions no answers
A stomach that curls
This curling sensation to which I awoke
Lovely bliss lovely lives
This sensation revoked

Who's hand dropped these prisms
What fool made this mistake
Alive with three eyes
These prisms daily wake

In search of these creatures
I walk but I hide
To bitter laws of the world
I'm forced to abide

Many before me
Failed this fight
Dropped from curious hands
Become shards of twilight

I tilt my head to find their eyes
Seen through the blackened celestial skies
They still appear brilliant
And I see they're still wise
No need for this sorrow
For there are no good-byes
This beauty lives forever
This brilliance of light
Every time a head tilts in question
The struggle compliments the night
The relation resides in question
The relation is the fight
For each broken soul to the soil
Is a star to shine bright?

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The Phoenix

Isolated by game, immortal in his desolation
We listen for distant melancholy sounds with admiration
This fragile soul was reduced to a site of hollow bone
But with his endless weakness, he chose to oar the sky alone
Beaten to a pulp, acute to the scent of death
His fragile soul was reduced to bone and shallow breath
But he carried on and from his beak came turned to shatter glass
His reclusive nature led him a fire of dry wood and flaming grass
Watching the smoke from my chosen parallel. Line
It occurs to me that our paths were never meant to intertwine
I stand enamored in the romance of his pain
And as I want to pray for safety, I ask for fire instead of rain
His tears would flood the world
There is no need for shallow good-byes
He finally exists where this is no need to get fixed
He isn't bound by ugly ties
In a world of infinite ends the phoenix is free
Tears shed are in vain, because this was how it was meant to be
He enforced the happy dagger
Brought about the pit of flame
The quality that won his admiration
Was one he could not tame
And as I weep for never knowing
I know that his legacy is not far
Dear phoenix I know that you are finally beautiful
Wherever it is that you are

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Howl

I've seen great minds of my generation
Conform to the greed, hatred, and nationalist nature of society
I've watched the keen minds of my time
Give into the mind numbing insanity that society calls intelligence
I've watched the young with radiant energy sit still
Motionlessly finding their reality in a square television set
I've observed the exchange of material attraction for time
And I've seen lovely corvettes own those who claim to be owners
I've inhaled the original features of these great minds
I've lived off the colorful thoughts of their rebellion
That fade gray become null and conform to social destruction
I've watched such minds be made null by trendy impostors
I've seen kids live and learn that respect should be given
But not received until one….
Buys a pack of cigarettes, pornography or lotto tickets
And I've seen authority undermine a thought because its origin
Was from somebody too young, too ethnic, too feminine or too spiritual
I've watched myself revere the past as something of the past
But refuse to learn from mistake and battles won by my predecessors
And I've seen these great minds refuse to think
For in society ignorance is bliss
I've seen the intelligence turn sour because they see
But do no analyze images seen
And I've seen the perfect man and the perfect woman
Hold hands on a television screen
With false love that innocent skin will forever search for
With the deterioration of these great minds seen
Comes the deterioration of love and improvement
These keen minds are left to fester in a society
Where they will be scorned
Their colorful thoughts will beg to be abolished
Because of the ridicule they'll suffer
I've seen the great minds of my generation flourish and decline
I've seen the great minds of my generation part with their intelligence
In order to receive a society they would have saved